Frontier Army Warrior

Miao Changfeng listened attentively to Lin Feng's words and then nodded in agreement.

"Muchuan fought a battle with the pirates here, so he is naturally very familiar with the terrain. In my opinion, today is indeed the best time to cross the river."

Seeing the Prime Minister speak in such a way, Feng Li dared not refute him any further and could only shut his mouth.

But he was still very confused. This Mu Chuan said that once he crossed the river, there would be no way out, and then he said that once he crossed the river, he could escape to safety.

Which statement is true?

Before he could figure it out, he heard Miao Changfeng give a loud command.

"Give the order: everyone get ready and prepare to cross the river."

Lin Feng cupped his hands in agreement, then spurred his horse and galloped back towards the front of the group.

He was also eager to get the army across the river as soon as possible, and his bluffing had left Miao Changfeng completely bewildered.

Normally, based on his contradictory and flawed words, how could he possibly convince Miao Changfeng?

Eight hundred cavalrymen were ready to set off in a quarter of an hour.

Before me was a surging river, a wide expanse that made it almost impossible to see the opposite bank, a sight that made me dizzy.

This tidal flat is gentle enough for war cavalry to cross the river; it was the information that Wei Bao's cavalry camp sent to Lin Feng at that time.

As for the differences in water levels in different seasons, Lin Feng didn't bother to investigate further.

Normally, when cavalry crosses a river, it is best to first send soldiers who are good swimmers across to scout the way, or to pull a few ropes across and secure them before the main force is pulled across. This is the safest approach.

This ensures both safety and speeds up the crossing.

At this moment, Lin Feng could no longer care about any of that.

Anyway, he knew one thing: even if the water flow was abnormal and the riverbed was complex, he, Lin Feng, Ye Liangcai, and Qiao Jushan would not be in danger while crossing the river.

The safety of others was not within Lin Feng's consideration.

With a wave of Lin Feng's hand, the first group of fifty riders spurred their horses into the river.

Miao Changfeng and Feng Li rode behind Lin Feng. He had left men behind to wait for the Zhengyi Sect cultivators who were trailing behind. The other eight men in blue robes spread out, keeping a distance of three to five zhang from Miao Changfeng, watching his every move.

Although it's called a shallow beach, since warships can sail on it, the water must not be too shallow.

After passing through the initial shallows, the warhorse gradually entered the deep water. Its limbs began to paddle, and it swam forward with all its might.

Soldiers who could swim were fine; they helped their warhorses paddle with all their might.

The soldiers who couldn't swim stood up straight nervously, letting their warhorses carry them forward.

Lin Feng chose this section of the river because it was shallow and had bends in the upper reaches, making it relatively sparsely populated with pirate warships.

According to his calculations, given the speed and intervals of the pirate warships, it shouldn't be a problem for these eight hundred cavalry to cross the river.

It doesn't matter if a few soldiers are washed away by the current, but if they can't even figure out the interval between the pirate warships, Miao Changfeng will definitely become suspicious.

However, things went relatively smoothly. The soldiers who went into the water first had already crossed the deepest section of the river, and the bodies of their warhorses were gradually emerging from the water, clearly indicating that they were now on solid ground.

Standing on the riverbank, facing the surging river, I felt a kind of dizzying fear, but once I stepped into the water, I realized it wasn't so difficult.

Eight hundred cavalrymen landed one after another. Less than ten of them were swept away by the water, but the horses crossed the river on their own and the soldiers on them disappeared.

Miao Changfeng was in a good mood in the face of this result. What did it matter if a few soldiers went missing? The goal had been achieved. Losing other people's lives was just the cost of the Taisho Peace Talks.

The group dismounted and rested on the east bank of the Ling River, where they lit a fire to dry their clothes.

The first batch of landing cavalry, despite being soaked to the bone, immediately spurred their horses and scattered in different directions, each choosing a direction to spread out forty or fifty miles as scout outposts.

The other soldiers quickly started fires, dried their clothes, fetched water to cook, cleaned the horses, fed them, and so on, all in an orderly manner.

Miao Changfeng nodded to himself. Mu Chuan had only been back for a few days, yet he had managed to train his guard battalion to be so disciplined. He was indeed a rare talent.

Tokugawa Iehira, far away in Fuan Prefecture, had already received a letter from Crown Prince Zhao Jian of the Taisho era. The letter detailed Emperor Zhao Jian's outlook on the war between the two sides, and finally emphasized the importance and urgency of peace talks.

Tokugawa Iehira was also in a state of anxiety. Faced with such a battle situation, he lacked confidence in taking Rakujo and felt a chill run down his spine.

He had no doubt about the Zhenxi Army's record, because it was not a chance victory, but a series of great victories.

If a general is defeated and commits suicide, it can be attributed to a mistake in leadership. However, when several generals are forced to follow the same path, it cannot be ignored.

He was facing the Imperial Guards of the Taisho Era, but behind him was the formidable Zhenxi Army.

Tokugawa Iehira couldn't sleep at all. When he finally managed to doze off for a while, he would be awakened by nightmares, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

If this continues, even without going to the battlefield, my spirit will be worn down.

Emperor Taisho's letter was like a lifeline for Tokugawa Iehira, instantly boosting his spirits and making him determined to reach a peace agreement.

He lived in constant anxiety, hoping that the Taisho peace delegation would arrive at his camp as soon as possible.

Finally, on this day, Tokugawa Iehira received a report that 800 cavalrymen of the Taisho Imperial Guard had crossed the Ling River and set foot on the border of Fengping County.

Tokugawa Iehira was initially delighted, but then he was shocked.

Although their own naval forces were not the most elite in the world, they had the largest number of warships.

With such tight river defenses, how could the 800 Imperial Guards have safely crossed the river?

Eight hundred cavalrymen crossing the river is quite a large-scale operation, so why are all the soldiers defending the river asleep?

However, according to the battle report, the Taisho Imperial Guards crossed the river and landed at the beginning of Shenshi (3-5 PM), which means that they successfully landed on the east bank of the Ling River in broad daylight, avoiding the patrols of warships.

Tokugawa Iehira was torn between joy and sorrow, feeling conflicted. He decided it was best to quickly ally with the Taisho government, compress the battle lines, and confront the Zhenxi Army head-on.

His orders have been issued to Meijin, Fengping and Yongning counties west of Fuan Prefecture, forming a continuous front against the Taisho Imperial Guard.

The leaders of the garrison in the two counties and one prefecture were instructed to treat the Taisho peace negotiators well and to guide them to Fuan Prefecture City as soon as possible.

However, Tokugawa Iehira underestimated the emotional intelligence of his own people. His sense of superiority, which came from nowhere, made all his soldiers feel superior to the Taisho people.

The leader of the pirate army stationed in Fengping County was named Heng Wuche, and he had 1,500 men under his command.

His family was considered upper-middle class on Dahe Island, and he was a direct descendant of the family line. He himself carried an air of arrogance and domineering attitude in his own army.

Not to mention the Taisho army, which was in complete disarray.

Upon receiving the report, Heng Wuche immediately assembled his troops, leading a thousand men out of the city and heading straight for the riverbank.

Lin Feng, who was warming himself by the fire, received intelligence from the scouts that about a thousand pirate infantrymen were on their way.

Lin Feng licked his lips.

Such an enticing situation.

Eight hundred cavalry against a thousand infantrymen, that's fucking awesome.

A single charge would be enough to rout these pirate infantry, followed by a one-sided massacre.